Living on the edge

[sawyl]

This afternoon I discovered, to my mortification — due the wrong sort of childhood, I have an extremely low mortification threshold — that I had the wrong sort of ticket, for, it transpired, instead of selling me an outbound ticket as he should have done, the driver of this morning's bus managed to sell me an inbound ticket, all of which I failed to notice despite the suspicious cheapness of the fare — let this be a lesson to the unwary of the dangers of attempting a financial transaction first thing in the morning without at least one whole English pint of strong black coffee in your stomach, gradually diffusing darkly flavoured wakefulness into your bloodstream (a double espresso, although pleasant, tends, I find, to have to opposite effect resulting in thirty minutes of torpid, stoned, staring out of windows until tiredness and caffeine finally balance themselves out) lest you miss key details — until the very moment on my return when I examined my ticket in order to ensure that I hadn't accidentally confused my bill of passage with yesterday's, I espied the confusion and wondered if the driver would let me travel or whether I would be required to buy single ticket — something which I was most willing to do, being manifestly in the wrong, albeit through little or no fault of my own — but, thanks to the generosity — perhaps engendered by my Stoic acceptance of the situation and my readiness to pay an additional fare — of the man behind the wheel, I was able to get home without further incident.

Talk about living the rock and roll lifestyle...

Comments

[drspleen.livejournal.com]

this is a good post. sounds like your "whole english pint of strong black coffee" is working quite well

[sawyl.livejournal.com]

When I was writing it, it all seemed to want to come out in one giant, honking sentence, so I just sort of let it. As you say, it's probably the stylistic result of too much coffee...